The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 21 The Little Head Commands the Big Head
Taoist Ji Liang is a trustworthy man who keeps his word and is also a good teacher.

After he agreed to teach Wang Wen the secret method of "Palm Thunder", he copied a book of "Palm Thunder" overnight and handed it to Wang Wen. He also broke down and explained the many abstruse Taoist terms recorded in the book to Wang Wen over and over again. He did not let go until Wang Wen had no more questions.

After Wang Wen received the secret book of "Palm Thunder", he completely gave up the idea of ​​going out for revenge and having fun. He stayed in the Dusi Tianjian Yamen and practiced the secret method of Palm Thunder.

Of course, at that time, a large number of Cao Gang disciples entered the Dusi Tianjian, and they were busy with training and practicing a lot of official duties every day. As the fake Shaoqiu official with full responsibility, he didn't have the time and energy to go out and have fun...

Time passed slowly for more than half a month.

Wang Wen devoted himself to practicing Palm Thunder but never got the hang of it.

On the contrary, he practiced the "Iron Shirt" for a few days and then slacked off for a few days, and he easily got into it and was included in the collection by Yin Chailing.

Although he had expected this situation, after all, the popular external martial arts "Iron Shirt" was notoriously easy to learn but difficult to master, and he also had the foundation of the fourth level of Black Tiger Fist, so it was natural that he found it easy to get started.

But the time has stretched to half a month, and the result is still the same, which makes me very nervous...

After more than a hundred Cao Gang disciples finished their training and gradually became like regular soldiers who obeyed orders, his increasingly restless heart could no longer bear the loneliness.

Isn't it a waste to have such a good time stuck in a military camp with only men on top of each other?
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"Who else?"

Under the scorching sun, Wang Wen was shirtless, revealing his shiny dark muscles. He paced back and forth on the ring with a two-meter-long spear held upside down. Even the air was filled with an anxious atmosphere.

About a hundred Cao Gang disciples in shorts gathered at the bottom of the arena, looking up at him with eagerness to try but fear in their hearts, and no one dared to say a word.

After wandering around for a long time with no one answering, Wang Wen angrily started to mock the crowd: "With your little courage, don't even think about slaying demons, getting promoted, and getting rich. You'd better go back to doing laundry and cooking, and let your wives come out to earn money to support the family!"

"I come!"

As soon as the sarcastic remarks were made, a Cao Gang disciple, feeling ashamed, took off the sword from his waist and threw it to his comrade, then jumped onto the stage with his sleeves rolled up.

Wang Wen was overjoyed when he saw this. He casually swung the gun and thrust the handle into the logs used to build the arena like poking tofu.

He shouted arrogantly, "Are there any more? Among all these people, is he the only one with guts? Are you all going to wear women's clothes from now on?"

The Cao Gang disciples were furious and excitedly rolled up their sleeves to climb onto the stage.

"I come!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Let's go together and beat up his brother-in-law!"

"I'll hold his legs!"

"I'll hold his waist!"

"I'm good at crotch kicking..."

Wang Wen laughed wildly and kicked: "Hahaha, come on, come on, everyone!"

In the distance, Zhang Qing, Xu Ergou and others sat listlessly under the shade of trees, staring at the arena over there with lifeless eyes, like a group of salted fish that had lost their dreams.

"Here it comes, here it comes again..."

Xu Ergou muttered softly.

Zhang Qing sighed, "Why do these people only care about food and not about beatings?"

Xu Ergou: "You remember being beaten? You remember being beaten by him three times this morning?"

Zhang Qing: "You are quite clever. If you were clever, you wouldn't have received four beatings yesterday."

Xu Ergou: "What can I do? If I don't want to be beaten, will I not be beaten?"

Zhang Qing: "Who isn't... Ergou, your brother is really becoming more and more unkind!"

Xu Ergou covered his face and wailed softly, "You'd better hope he finds a chance to sneak out and have some fun. If he keeps holding it in like this, he'll become even more of a despicable person!"

Zhang Qing: "Speaking of which, my family brought me a letter this morning saying that my grandfather is seriously ill and asked me to go back to see him for the last time..."

Xu Ergou slowly turned his head to glance at him, and said woodenly, "Let's rest as soon as possible. He can't get out, so no one can get out happily. He said that if one person is sick, the whole family has to take medicine. We share happiness and difficulties together!" Zhang Qing collapsed and screamed "Ah ...

At that moment, a numb face, also one that had lost its dreams, slid between them. "Well, just holding it in like this isn't a solution, is it? There's an old saying that goes, 'A thief can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.'"

They both looked up at the person who was speaking.

Xu Ergou said blankly, "Alright, go find Peng Ying, the 'Green-Faced Tiger' of the Beggars' Sect, and kill him!"

Zhang Qing said expressionlessly, "Alright, go find all the White Lotus Sect demons in the city and line them up to behead them!"

"I?"

The person who spoke shrank his neck, laughed dryly and retreated: "I'd better go and find some fun for Brother Hu..."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the ring.

Before he could get close to the ring, he saw that all the brothers who were besieging Wang Wen on the ring had fallen down, and they turned around in an instant and rushed towards the toilet.

Xu Ergou and Zhang Qing: "Hey..."

Xu Ergou: "This is definitely not a solution!"

Zhang Qing: "We have to find a way to get those bastards out and kill them!"

Xu Ergou: "If they don't die..."

Zhang Qing: "We will be crippled!"

On the stage, Wang Wen, panting heavily, raised his head and shouted, "Who else?"

This time, there was not even a fool who dared to look him in the eye.

"Tui~There's not a single one who can fight!"

Wang Wen let out a long breath, and then suddenly shouted, "Everyone, run twenty laps around the training ground. The last one standing will have the whole squad sleep in the toilet tonight!"

In an instant, the hundreds of exhausted Cao Gang disciples all turned around and ran away as if they had been kicked in the buttocks.

Wang Wen jumped off the ring and walked towards Xu Ergou and the others weakly with heavy steps.

He sat down heavily under the shade of a tree and sighed, "It's not a good idea for us to keep wasting time like this!"

Xu Ergou: "Yes, we must take the initiative!"

Zhang Qing: "Lure all those demons and monsters out!"

Xu Ergou: "Kill them!"

Zhang Qing: "Otherwise, none of us men will have a good life!"

Wang Wen was so angry that he laughed: "You two are really the worms in my stomach. Then this important matter will be left to you two to handle."

Xu Ergou: "Brother, we are not kidding you."

Zhang Qing: "Yes, we have already discussed it. Let's set up an ambush at Lichunyuan!"

The two of them were very serious and took things very seriously.

Wang Wen scoffed, "Come on, let's just say we're just a bunch of idiots. If we were to enter Lichunyuan, the whole city would know we were visiting a brothel. And we'd set up an ambush? Would you be so foolish as to attack your target knowing he's got accomplices?"

Xu Ergou: "Wouldn't it be better if they didn't dare to come?"

Zhang Qing: "Are we going to kill people? We're going to drink and have fun, Brother Tiger!"

Wang Wen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up straight and slapped the two men's heads sideways: "Such a good idea, why didn't you two tell me earlier?"

The two felt wronged, but they didn't dare to speak out.

As long as I can drink wine, what does a couple of slaps in the face matter?
(End of this chapter)